

Prompt / Lyrics
(Verse 1) The sun peeks through the blinds like a judge’s light Finding all the wrongs I did in the middle of the night My head is a drum and the rhythm is ‘need’ A little white circle is the mouth I have to feed. I used to wake up early just to watch the corn grow Now I’m staring at the ceiling with nowhere left to go The dog don't even bark no more when I walk in the room He just curls up in the corner, hiding from the gloom. (Chorus) And it’s a long way down from the mountain I was on When the strength in my back and my spirit is gone It started with a doctor and a bad back slide Now I’m just a ghost with nowhere to hide. Oh, the bottle’s got a rhythm, and the cap’s got a click And the cure for the pain is the thing making me sick. Yeah, the cure for the pain... is the thing making me sick. (Verse 2) There’s a picture on the mantle of a man I used to be With a tan on his face and his daughter on his knee Now Sarah stays at her mama’s, three counties away And I tell myself I’ll call her, but never today. I traded the tractor, then I traded the truck For a handful of "maybe" and a whole lot of "stuck" The mirror’s got a layer of dust and regret And a shadow of a man I ain't ready to meet yet. (Chorus) And it’s a long way down from the mountain I was on When the strength in my back and my spirit is gone It started with a doctor and a bad back slide Now I’m just a ghost with nowhere to hide. Oh, the bottle’s got a rhythm, and the cap’s got a click And the cure for the pain is the thing making me sick. (Bridge) They say "just stop," like it's easy as rain Like there's a switch in your heart for the fear and the strain But when the lights go out and the walls start to shake The only thing real is the choice I can’t make. (Guitar Solo - Slow, weeping slide guitar) (Outro) The sun’s going down on another wasted day I’m kneeling by the bed, but I forgot how to pray. Just one more for the tremors... just one to feel right... And I’ll try to be a better man, starting tomorrow night. Yeah, tomorrow night...
Tags
Gravelly Outlaw Country, raw male voice, solo acoustic guitar, whiskey-soaked, mournful, lonesome, gritty, sparse
4:48
No
2/14/2026